Между Сказкой и былью - Отрывок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

They will play Schubert's music in the evenings, and candles will burn nearby. They will flip out thin book pages and read. They will sit in a chair with a blanket, listening to the noise of wind and rain in the autumn evening. They will go out into the garden in the morning, breathing in the cold predawn air and stepping barefoot on the grass. They will see the northern lights - this unknown artist paints the night sky with a huge brush. They will draw themselves, and they will have all their hands in the paint. Eternally rolled up sleeves of an old checkered shirt and old easel. They will be silent, understanding each other without words, or, they will talk about different: important, absurd, absurd, ordinary, or magical. They will live.